Nov 28, 2015
I love you.
they are alone in their mutual solitude, surrounded by nothing else and no one else but each other; in the soft darkness of the room he feels a certain reassurance—that it is safe here to open his palms and let go of his miseries. for a moment he thinks of Primus, and then of that holiness that embraces the other, the martyrdom it must be, the sacrifices he must’ve had to bear. three words of trust, of truth, of treasures sound instead like secrecy, like surrender. the messiah confesses his sins to the devil: i love you. and in his hesitancy the devil seems to shrink away, to turn smaller—his optics close, and his voice shivers.
❜ i love you, too. ❛
